❝I'M 365 SO FRESH, FEELS LIKE WE'RE FLYING IN THE SKY, SO FREE.❞
she wished she never killed a man.
he wished he wasn't in between the two.
he wished he never thought of dying.
[lowercase intended, triggering and a bit nsfw.]
based on triple h's 36...
being circled by fisted gangsters was not something he would've suspected.
"where is it, tall freak?" one wildly questions.
"where's what?" hui smirks.
"so what? you stole that shirt too?" they all laugh. hui sighs, glancing down at his blue silky shirt. that joke was accurate, he did steal it. he stares back at the people, returning back to the point.
"you didn't answer my question. where's what?" hui asks again. their eyes began to dim. their bodies were close to erupting. with no warning, one guy comes up to him, ready to pick a fight.
he squeezes his throat, "where's our money?"
"oh, so now you tell me what you're looking for?" hui grins. the man continues to clutch his neck, tighter and tighter each time he talks.
"geez," the pressure on his throat made it difficult for him to speak, "i don't have it." the man lets go of him. he shoves him against the wall, furious.
"we don't need your bullshit," they say. as careless as he is, he stands up, enticing the men to come closer. he intended to irritate them even further, but the gangsters reached their boundaries.
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their fists hit his cold body, continuously until his face was coated with thick, burgundy, blood. while hui was nearly unconscious, a hand enters his pocket, scavenging for the money.
"sick bitch," they beam. they give him one final present, painfully beating him till he couldn't stand. they eventually run away from the scene.
hui brings out a dark smile, coughing out blood from his own failure.
a/n
i'm sorry that it's short !! i swear it will get longer please forgive meeee
